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TPE

Duration

4:24

Genres

Rock

Description

I'll make you put your hands up and get down, like bank robbery. Dedicated to Dwayne Johnson. and to the Deuce.

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Lyrics

TPE Aaron: I’m passin the passes Like communion to Catholics Come and bathe in the water if you’re Baptist We’ve mastered this rap isht At last it’s cash, no plastic Classic to the masses Now they pass it like acid Back packin bastards got em blastin in their classes Bullies take their lunch money CD’s break their glasses Throw this record on and the ladies shake it You wonder why they blast it, you wonder why they blast it So like that hip hop mixed with a little bit of rock and it just don’t stop Knock you out your socks like flip-flops Get it on the dance floor soon as the beat drops Pop lock, p-pop show em what you got Still time to fill the #1 stunner spot Summer’s hot so you know I got to pop the top Start the show Belikos and we don’t stop Ethan: I was made in Ace Deuce baby Maybe you don’t understand Now I’m in the city girl Now I take a stand I take it like a man, if you can give it like a lady We roll six deep, ten strings, nothing shady If you want it, we got it, come get it when you’re ready to try I ain’t ready to die tonight So let’s ride tonight So let’s ride tonight So let’s ride Mo: Here’s a note to the masses Get off your asses this is a massive attack Put your hands in the air If you’re here if your there If you care let me see where you’re at We all know hip hop done gone to isht But I ain’t really here to talk about that Just tippin my hat to the bass and hi-hats While I’m at it put a hump in your back Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey I welcome y’all to a brand new day See me in action And they know I don’t play To the day I die ima rep that A -C-E D-E-U-C-E see me beautifully on these beats I don’t say isht cause talk is cheap How many soldiers wanna march with me I’m a bad mother freakin chicken hawk with a beak ThaT’ll rip through the flesh of y’all petite Little boy rockin big clothes with the heat We’ll see how long you last in the street Think you a gorilla boy, I’m King Kong A mack, no cheese, I don’t gotta think long On the day I’m gone sing my song If you feel it in your jeans then sing along Ethan: I was made in Ace Deuce baby Maybe you don’t understand Now I’m in the city girl Now I take a stand I take it like a man, if you can give it like a lady We roll six deep, ten strings, nothing shady If you want it, we got it, come get it when you’re ready to try I ain’t ready to die tonight So let’s ride tonight So let’s ride tonight So let’s ride tonight So let’s ride tonight So let’s ride Mo: I nix from my raps what you spit in your raps About sixes and ‘lac’s with your chick in the back And on your hip be the gat With a fistful of crack And watch me get mad And flip the script on a track Aaron: I got soul and I’m superbad like shaft Ready to get on this track and spaz Take you on a trip like acid jazz I’m gonna rip this freakin’ beat in half I hope that thing is built to last Little, quick, brief flash back to the past Destroy anything that gets in our path Reminiscing head spinning polka dots and plaids Mo: I’m gonna make you put your hands up And get down like bank robbery Follow me I got a bottle of Brugal and Apollo with me Swallow Remy, lots of Henny ShaneMo got a lot of witty-ness in him But no matter what I spit I’m representing Aaron: Can I hit that when you’re finished? Finito With your sentence amigo I get so senseless as soon as my pen just hits this Calling in all forensics on your heart like purple pendents Move in to your appendix Them boys they got that sickness, come on

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